I have a big bite
I don´t have a big bite
It´s been changing with the heat
He´s been getting sick
Sick of me

What makes you sick
Isn´t the weather it´s a change in degrees

I´ve been running this ship like the navy
But it´s more like a Wendy´s
Selling t-shirts down the line
You won´t believe me if I said that I´m ready
To take a second joke since ´99

What´s the point
Of all the talking
Just say that you don´t think you have control
What´s the point
I know it´s all your best
Just say that you don´t want to obsess anymore

Skin is in the mud
With bubbles underneath

And I´m not choosing when it´s good
His is dropping low
Onto feet
What picks it up isn´t desire, it´s a lack of Sertraline

We need the Steely Danification
Of this operation
Somebody needs to get fucked or get a toy
I won´t lose my body if I get a belly
I´ll just roll around and feel it like a boy

What´s the point
Of all the talking
Just say that you don´t think you have control
What´s the point
I know it´s all your best
Just say that you don´t want to obsess anymore